Frances Ruiz
Staff Writer
It’s the rain. It has to be.
I can’t think of any other reason as to why I could barely drag myself out of bed, throw on whatever clean sweatshirt I could find and sleepily make my way down the puddled road of Denton Tap to CHS.
With so many windows and skylights in our building, I can’t help but see the dreary outside atmosphere and daydream of the warm, fuzzy blankets and tasty, hot chocolate awaiting me at home.
If only the torrential downpour that occurred last night had somehow turned into ice and snow, then maybe we could all be enjoying the wonderful surprise of a snow day.
But it didn’t, and sadly, we’re not.
Even though there’s another three periods to go before school lets out for the weekend, I’m ignoring the weather calling my name and sticking it out.
Because who knows, maybe bad weather will kick in when we need it most. I, for one, am at least hoping so.
